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“Commissioner!” Jason smiled at Gordon, not that he could see as Jason had his hood on.
“Red Hood. What’s the situation?”
“Well Comish, I recently gained the ability to see and communicate with ghosts.” At the lack of a response Jason continued, “The green goo bath of rage just keeps giving.”
Gordon sighed, “Right ghosts. Why are we in the woods?”
“Gotham is full of ghosts, like they are literally everywhere and a lot of them are from violent crime. So, I found some that need their bodies found to pass on and some that need their cases closed and their bodies found so I grabbed some flags.”
Several of the men and women he brought with looked around, noting there is a rather alarming number of flags.
Gordon rubbed his face, “And you finished and called me?”
“Actually, I didn’t finish yet.”
“Then why call now?”
“Well, that idiot over there,” Jason hooked his finger over his shoulder, “Likes to visit the gravesites of the working girls he’s killed.”
“And you called for us to arrest him?” There was obvious doubt in Gordon’s voice, which was validated.
“No, I figured that the coroner would like to work on him while he’s still fresh. All the orange flags are going to smell.”
“And the other colors?”
“Blue is you need a forensic anthropologist. Then the red flags are open cases, yellow are solved cases and green are solved cases where the ghosts are willing to wait till last to get dug up.”
“That’s a fair amount of work you put in.”
Jason shrugged, “It’s work worth putting in. These ghosts, and the living that knew them, deserve closure. The white sticks are from the ones that know what way they're pointed, the circle on the end resting over their skulls, and I have a few areas to point out where they're not sure where exactly they are.”
Gordon nodded, “If you’re willing to stick around it would be better to point them out to the officers I assign to look those areas over.”
Jason rocked back on his heels and again shrugged, “As long as it doesn’t take too long. I didn’t exactly bring lunch. Wasn’t planning on sticking around once I was done.”
“If I can get one of my men to pick something up from Batburger will you be willing to stay longer?”
Jason hummed, he knew the sound through the filter was freaking out some of the less jagged officers, “Sure.”
“I’ll go call for more back up, and you can tell me what to have someone pick up.”
“Sounds good Comish. I’ll just update O on the change in plans.